Di Mingchen hung up the phone; there wasn’t really any urgent training, he just made up an excuse.
Holding the phone in his hand, he had so many things to say but couldn’t find anyone to say them to.
He opened the phone again and turned it off, did it again, and finally clicked on the chat app and saw Nangong Ran’s avatar.
A silly mushroom, kind of funny, Di Mingchen’s eyes slightly darkened, but he couldn’t help but smile a little, rubbing it with his thumb.
He opened the chat box; Di Mingchen didn’t want to talk to her, just wanted to look, but he found she had updated her status.
Looking at that status again, Di Mingchen felt upset, it read: Love should be spoken, love should be done! But how to do it? (pondering) Well, I admit I got a bit carried away.
Di Mingchen thought her status was kind of stupid, but so adorably stupid, so straightforward.
He thought of the angry look when she came to the camp to return his things, her extremely thin appearance, and the way she threw things on the ground.
Nangong Ran, Nangong Ran, Nangong Ran, Nangong Ran...
Her name filled his mind, what was she doing?
Is she doing okay?
Is she still laughing carelessly?
Or crying?
That night he rejected her, she must have been very upset, right?
So she figured it out, wanted to draw a clear line with him with no more ties, otherwise why return all his things?
Since she had thought it through so cleanly, there’s nothing for him to be troubled or sad about, right?
Giving up and rejecting her was his own decision, but why was he still so sad when she came to return things?
The whole world seemed so sad.


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